Wendy’s

For a Wendys this place is pretty good. My food has always been hot and fresh. The crew seems to be a bunch of older folks who know what they’re doing. Always friendly.
I’m all about the chili and loaded baked potatoes. I could live without the fries — they aren’t bad but they’re not awesome either. Chicken sandwiches with bacon FTW!
Mom notes: plenty of napkins, will ask if you want the same toy or different, actually has frostys late at night.

my family’s food was fresh and the service was fast. ⁴⁄₅ stars because the seats aren’t wiped down and have grease on them but I wiped mine down and got over it quickly :) thanks for the grub!

Every time I go, my food is hot, fresh and correct. The drive thur crew is really nice.

Speak slowly and if you’re lucky, they might get your order right. You know what to expect from local fast food establishments.

Wendys: where «fast food» is a very fluid concept. My husband and I went to eat at this Wendy’s location at 8:30pm. We were the ONLY people in the dining room and had significant trouble finding a clean table. I finally found napkins and cleaned a table off so that we could eat. The burgers were okay, the fries were cold and actually gummy! Never again!

Let me preface this review by saying I am a regular customer (1/​week) at the Wendy’s by my home in Eastlake CA. love their product & service.
My first & second trips occured was when I arrived in Avondale. The place had no clean tables and the service as well as the chicken sandwich was sub par. I can live with those failings.
My third trip was the proverbial charm. I came in from the shipyards for lunch so I went to the restroom to wash my hands after ordering my meal. The whole facility was a wreck from the second I opened the men’s room door. Immediately the smell of unwashed genitals flooded my nostrils and blurred my vision. I held my breath and rushed towards the sink nearby while keeping the door propped open with my foot. I glanced over to the toilet and noticed that a dark yellow squid had been brutally murdered and unflushed as I rapidly washed my hands. Although they had soap, the stained sink was littered with short, black curly hairs. I turned the water off with my elbow and backed away letting my foot close the door.
They may eventually clean house on staff, management, and the grease in the fryer, but I was forever scarred by that event. Nausea threatens to take action when I see the yellow, red and white highway sign!
Every time I drive by that Wendys, the pungent odor of the men’s room haunts me. Reminded me of spoiled chicken Kiev smothered in stale beef stew.
Yeah.
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